I wake to soft cries that fill my mind.
Bright pools of blood soak within my nightmares,
I watch it drip from delicate fingertips.
Memories flood with crimson rainfalls.
A night not long ago haunts me in the morning light.
His lips were stained with my name,
Such poetry and yet, blood is my only ink.
His blood has me in the silhouettes of his destruction.
So, I play with his shadows,
Dancing with the slaughtered souls, faded into the echo of bloodless tears.
I write down their names, hoping to hear them sing to me one day.
Their whispers are etched in my scarlet letters.
His words are never forgotten as blood breaks the sound of a shattered heartbeat.
This is what haunts me.
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A. Rose
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Letter to our Queer & Trans Youth
Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swanson6 days ago in Pride
Comments (3)
Absolutely brilliant.
The repetition of blood along with “scarlet” and “crimson” painted some vivid red imagery! Nicely done!
some poems defy words - 💕👌❤️😽👍💖